Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 857 It's ok

Rick has grasped the advanced meaning of the poem "Escape from the Ancient Lands".

To open up a way for those in positions of power to leapfrog into space.

In fact, the same thing happened a long time ago. The remnants of the Eastern Forbidden Zone used the summoning magic left by the Scarlet Witch to bring Milo, who was far away in the world of consciousness, into the Dream Realm.

In reality, the spatial leaps that superiors can achieve under the spatial order of the Dream Realm are based on the same principle, only the tedious and complex summoning process has been simplified to the greatest extent.

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Just as the two perverted coroners were marveling at the summoning spell, a familiar figure emerged from the corner of the room.

That's Rebecca.

"Take it."

She calmly returned the trousers she had picked up from the church bridge to their rightful owner, then turned and went upstairs.

Milo put on his pants and went upstairs.

The coroner and his apprentice were left in the basement, looking at each other and struggling to figure out what they had just witnessed.

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On the rooftop of the law enforcement office, Milo found Marshall and retrieved petite Enid.

After leaving the law enforcement office, Milo turned and turned into Ron Lane in the Fourth Parish.

This area has always been the oldest residential area in Nanwei City, surrounded by newly built city roads and towering buildings, and is located in a low-lying area.

Milo stepped into the muddy Ron Lane and easily found an abandoned hut.

This is where the nightmare began, and where it all started.

...

The door was open, and the first person Milo saw upon entering was Emma.

In front of Emma was a cabinet that had been pushed open. There was a gap between the cabinet and the wall behind it, through which a hidden door could be vaguely seen. The hidden door led to the small storage room.

Daisy was curled up in the dark storage room.

This was her home before the disaster struck.

...

Milo glanced subconsciously at the dining table next to him, which was covered in a thick layer of dust.

That's where the bodies of the couple who used to live here were found lying, murdered and with their eyes gouged out.

Seeing Milo come in, Emma gave him a helpless look: "He came here by himself first thing in the morning and wouldn't come out no matter how much I tried to persuade him."

Milo nodded, indicating that he would handle it.

With the slightest movement, he moved the cabinet blocking the hidden door, crouched down in front of the dark storage room door, reached his hand into the darkness, and uttered the exact same words as before:
"It's alright now. Shall I take you away from here?"

All the memories this city left her with were painful.

Nevertheless, Daisy did her best to guide the Milos to find it.

Perhaps deep down she never wanted to come back here.

Both darkness and light had wounded her, and those scars were beyond the repair of even a powerful dream weaver like Enid, let alone Milo.

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Perhaps only the chaos of the abyss can repair all of this and create a perfect world...

Wait, what am I thinking?
A strange thought flashed through Milo's mind and startled him.

Even after the battle in the Golden Kingdom, Milo still couldn't understand why the dark side of the Golden Tree's will had been distorted and amplified.

Chaos is unpredictable; it can invade people's hearts and souls in any unexpected way.

In that moment when Milo was in a daze, he suddenly felt a small, cold hand fall into his palm.

What reached my ears was Daisy's slightly hoarse voice:

"It's alright, I'll take you away from there."

.........

After that, Milo appeared to have taken a nap.

I slept very, very soundly.

He didn't need to worry about the torment of nightmares, nor did he need to be distracted by the various dark forces that might launch a sneak attack when he was off guard. Most importantly, his soul desperately craved this hard-won peace.

He hadn't stopped for far too long, having been on the road the entire time.

Milo has been struggling to maintain his sense of self-awareness for a long time, because too many times he has woken up to find that everything is over.

He draws power and plunders faith in order to seize control.

But as it turns out, even the souls of those in positions of power can feel weary. Perhaps that weariness will never break them, but one day they will look back and realize that the ultimate purpose of all their efforts is simply to be able to take a peaceful nap when they are tired.

...

……

Visionaries do not dream, but those in positions of power do.

However, this time Milo simply found rest and did not fall into any dreams.

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Some say that in reality, all beings, both superior and inferior, in the universe and the starry sky, live only in the dream of that blind and foolish god. When the day comes that the god awakens, all the past, present, and future will be annihilated.

This claim is unverifiable. Perhaps only the greatest and most ancient deities in the starry sky would have the opportunity to witness that day. The lives of other superior beings, placed within this dream, are but a fleeting moment in the long river of history.

Of course, these are all phrases that nihilistic scholars are most adept at using.

Compared to the vast sea of ​​stars, and the inevitable end of the river of time, all the choices and suffering of a single will seem so insignificant, and its existence seems to have no meaning at all.

Many scholars eventually fall into this vicious cycle.

The curse of knowledge itself is that the more you acquire, the more you realize how ignorant you are, and the resulting pain will gradually deepen.

The more you know, the less you realize.

Some people will resolutely head towards higher realms to confront things that are close to the truth, but the vast majority are like Milo...

He only sees what's in front of him.

It's not that he's short-sighted or has a limited perspective, but rather that he simply likes the people and things he can see and touch.

He may be in a superior position, but his soul has always been "low-class," as low-class and uninteresting as that of someone in a subordinate position, or perhaps it should be called—humanity.

In this respect, he seems to be more "wise" than all the great scholars, because the curse of knowledge has never troubled him, at least not now.

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Before we knew it, it was the next day.

Milo sat quietly on the steps in front of the law enforcement office, newspaper in hand, listening to the officers complaining to each other while on duty.

"What's interesting is that she knew you were a law enforcement officer when you were dating, living together and getting married, but then one day she would suddenly tell you, 'I don't want to live like this anymore, you have to find a normal job.'"

“Listen to me, kid. If you were still dating, I’d tell you to tell her to ‘go to hell.’ But now that you’re married, I’d say you might actually consider her offer. I mean, you found her, and she found you. Just for that, you’re much luckier than the rest of us.”

"That's right, you should know what happens to most people in our line of work."

"Most of them end up being drained dry in the pleasure house, hahaha!"

"Shut up! Damn Butch! You've ruined the atmosphere!"

...

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After reading the morning paper, Milo folded it up, casually stuffed it into the arms of a law enforcement officer's subordinate who was passing by, stretched, and walked out of the law enforcement office.

At that moment, he noticed that there were some lights above the clouds that were even more dazzling than the sun and moon.

That was scrutiny from the outside world.

Milo knew that someone had visited again.

(End of this chapter)